maxqnzs42
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This would be it. A very, very good example of the documentary film art, I think. I was a child in the 70s, and loved watching the matches and players referred to in this film, but had no idea what was going on off the pitch.
Of course the film makers have a point of view they are promoting, but since it's one that was NEVER heard elsewhere, it is certainly fair that they take the chance to provide a different context and some background to the very widely promoted views of the Windies pace attack of the time. The clear connection between the socio-political environment and the players' motivation was fascinating, and the graphic illustration of the shameless and shameful racism and colonial bigotry was illuminating. I can't recommend this film highly enough to any fan of sports documentaries.
Of course the film makers have a point of view they are promoting, but since it's one that was NEVER heard elsewhere, it is certainly fair that they take the chance to provide a different context and some background to the very widely promoted views of the Windies pace attack of the time. The clear connection between the socio-political environment and the players' motivation was fascinating, and the graphic illustration of the shameless and shameful racism and colonial bigotry was illuminating. I can't recommend this film highly enough to any fan of sports documentaries.
This film was intelligent and thoughtful, tender and achingly sad with simply gorgeous songs and the stunning Waheedaji proving she is so very much more than just a divinely beautiful face. I will give it 9.5/10 only because I was secretly hoping that the ending would be a little different, in an equally non-formulaic way. The exploration of its themes and the strength of her character are both remarkable for the era. The beginning of the film is quite simply astonishing - to literally open with a song of the calibre of sajan re jhoot mat bolo - what a foretaste of the movie's overall quality. The phrase is worn out and hackneyed now, but if any film is a 'must see' teesri kasam is that film.
Not Punjabi, not Hindi, not Etruscan, Basque or Xhosa - there are literally no words to describe how utterly terrible this was. The words madar and ben come to mind as prefixes for chod, but those compound words only really describe the criminal lunatics responsible for forcing this ont an unsuspecting world. Eyes and ears alike were savagely assaulted by this nightmare, and the mentally-retarded amoeba I keep for a pet complainred throughout that the movie was insulting its intelligence The good old Anglo-Saxon verb that inspired Battlestar Galactica's "frakking" might come close but I think I'll finish with the old-fashioned French word, because they spit this out with something close to complete contempt this waste of everything deserves. Merde!